What are you afraid of?
He asks me
Are you not afraid of the mountains?
He says
Are you not afraid of the dark?
No
I’m afraid of heights
On riding on trails
With steep edges
In the Andes
I tell him across the table
But men can also be scared right?
He asks me
already knowing the answer
Of course I say
and look him in the eyes
And there is
A softness
I can’t see when he
Whips the horse
With the rebenque
My Maddy Travel 